It’s like a scene from 2001, A Space Odyssey, when major Bowman goes through the intergalactic, uh, well, I dunno, whatever it is he goes through, and he sees all these stars and explosions. And hippies thought it was a celebration of an LSD trip. Which I doubt because Kubrik was a total control freak and not a very likely candidate for popping LSD.
This tag was set in the tunnel under the ringroad connecting Reitdiephaven with Vinkhuizen.
Some people’s hot
Some people’s cold
Some people’s not very
Swift to behold
Some people do it
Some see right through it
Some wear pyjamas
If only they knew it
I just lost a picture due to something I did. I guess. Because I don’t know what I did that must have been wrong. The Supercoop flags it’s existence.
I admit seeing this sticker didn’t come as a big surprise in the Vinkhuizen shopping centre’s carpark because I happen to know the owner of the car. In fact we worked together on Un*x projects for many years, a long time ago now.
Did you know these are called Big Battenbergs? I had no idea, your honour. Battenberg is the original name of Mountbatten. Germans who anglicised their name during the War. Just as the Windsors are really from the Haus Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha.
Battenberg is also a town in central Germany where a light sponge cake covered in marzipan and built from a two-by-two check pattern alternately coloured pink and yellow originates from.
As a teetotaler I haven’t set foot in a liquorshop in a long time. For myself, that is. I bought wine in Ísafjörður but that was for Peter. It looks like this shop is well stocked on whiskey’s. Irish whiskey. I think the Scots follow the English in writing whisky, don’t they? How atypical.
XXL sprinkles in dark, milk and white chocolate. And other varieties. When I grew up we had one kind of sprinkles and they were called sprinkles. Life must have gotten a lot better now. Possibly maybe.
White chocolate is not chocolate. It’s cocoa-butter, milk, sugar and vanilla.
Actually, this is not shampoo. These are shampoos. Many, many, many, many, many, many shampoos. It’s an overload of shampoos. I always buy the cheapest to spite the marketing guys who try to get you to buy the expensive shampoos. I do think I had better be buying a random shampoo. Everytime a different one. It would save me some time selecting it.
My nerdy self loves this kind of details: numbers on bricks. Like raindrops on kittens and whiskers on roses.